Fancy-schmancy weekend. My future in-laws rented us a GORGEOUS. FUCKING. PLACE for a 3 DAY STAY.
It looked like a goddamn museum. Then we went to a fancy-schmancy rehearsal dinner, got drunk, got to meet the rest of the family, including the Emmy-winning one and the “I created/developed Dropbox, helped create FB and am now in robotics” husband.
I felt so out of place. So glad I dropped $600 on new clothes for this. 😰😰😰
The wedding was $60 to $80k at least. Jesus. Fucking. Christ.
I am terrified that I am moving into this new family of old as fuck money.
My in laws can help pay for my wedding as MUCH AS THEY FUCKING WANT JESUS CHRIST.